In the deep waters of the swamp, the light was dim.
If you looked deeper, it was pitch black like ink.
In the cockpit, Bai Xingxing was sitting in the driver's seat, his dark red eyes wide open, staring outside the cabin.
"Aw!"
Fortunately, the foxes had strong night vision, otherwise, they would have crashed.
From the gramophone beside the cockpit, came the voices of Bai Taiyang and White Moon.
"Ying ying aw aw aw!"
"Aw aw ying ying!"
These were the sounds coming from the rear cabin observer, providing information to the driver in the front cabin.
Quanquan Hu, sitting on a small chair, holding a Bronze Mask, sometimes looking at it, sometimes looking out the window.
"Aw aw aw?"
...Are you sure? Is it this place?
The mask trembled slightly, as if nodding.
Quanquan Hu and Bai Xingxing exchanged a glance, looked at each other in confusion, then looked outside the cabin, glancing left and right, but saw nothing here but water and silt.
